Guzle, Lead Shop Mechanic
When everyone was back in the classroom, still munching on snacks and drinks, the next company asset lumbers into the room.
Guzle was a heavy-weighted, gray skinned goblin that found his calling in the mechanic shop of the company. Like most goblins, Guzle worked in the shop only for the unlimited supply of diesel which his species loved to drink. Diesel was a sort of crucial necessity to goblins in the same way that liquor is to humans. According to the history books, in the mid twentieth century, goblins were discovered living deep in the underground caves of North America, completely hidden from human knowledge. This discovery was made around the same time that war broke out overseas over oil. At first, the American and Goblin relationship was hostile and a brief war ensued between them. But after both sides recognized that they could benefit from an alliance more than war and conflict, they created an agreement. The American Goblin Proclamation ended all serious hostilities between the two races. However, somewhere and somehow during the short lived conflict, Goblins fell in love with the taste of Diesel and later discovered that it was actually a semi healthy beverage for their race. In addition, Americans recognized the Goblins inhuman strength and resistance to large amounts of damage, particularly gunfire, so they asked that some of them join their military ranks for the war effort over oil. In return, the Goblins could have as much diesel as they wanted, as long as it wasn't all of it. When the Goblins joined the battle overseas, the opposing nation quickly decided to surrender upon witnessing the semi, super soldier Goblin units that the Americans had adopted. Since then, Goblins have continued to thrive in America, mostly within the trucking industry where diesel fuel is abundant.
So anyway, enough history. Back to the orientation at hand.
Guzle was an overall nice dude, a bit grumpy which was typical of the Goblin race, but he was still really easy to get along with. The only thing people didn't like about him was his odor. A natural occurrence within his race that smelled of old cheeseburgers and stale fries sitting on top of a platter of sweaty, musty, dirty bum butt-cheeks next to a side of garlic and onion rings doused in cesar salad dressing. Not at all pleasant to the human nose, but apparently crucial for mating. But if anyone wanted to know about the company's shop, they were going to have to put up with this stink.
"Humans call me Guzle", Guzle begins, "I'm the terminal shop lead mechanic. I've been working on trucks for over twenty years and been with Just Get There for about ten. If you have a problem with your truck, best believe I can find it and fix it. I'll give up diesel if I can't. If you are ever out on the road and your truck breaks down and you need assistance, don't ever call anyone else!", Guzle's sudden growl made the whole room jump, "Those other road side assistance companies just wanna overcharge, find issues that aren't there so they can charge even more, and more often than not, they don't know what the fuck they're doing anyway! Call our shop and either myself or one of my other mechanics will come and get ya, no matter where you are in the country! As you know, this company has terminals everywhere and that goes the same for our truck shops! So only call our shop, ya hear me!?"
The class nod their heads but didn't dare open their mouths for fear that they would have to taste that smell.
"Now that that's made clear", Guzle went on, "I'm pretty much done here, unless you all want to watch a video on the shop-"
"No, No!" Phil jumps up, "that's absolutely fine, we got the message. Nobody call anybody but our friendly goblin, Guzle here. Yeah."
"Good" Guzle starts to walk towards the doorway, "I look forward to getting you guys outta the shit you guys get yourselves into out there…"
Guzle finally lumbers out of the room and Dean immediately gets up and sprays air freshener, their only option being that there were no windows to open.
"Gosh damn!", A driver by the name of Chris blurts out along with his held in breath.
"Jeez, that was brutal!", a driver named Sarah says, wiping her watery eyes, "I've never smelled anything like that before." The class became loud with chatter at the smell that their noses just endured.
"Are goblins even aware that they smell like that?", another driver asks Phil.
"Uh, no. They don't and they don't care either, so moving on. It's just a smell it will pass. Let's focus on who's next."